Sometimes I blackout when I eat.
I mean, not actually blackout—but it feels very similar. I go into a sort of food coma when presented with a table full of free goodies, eating one after the other in assembly line fashion: move hand to candy, un-wrap candy, put in mouth, repeat.
I would have made a stellar Lucy Ricardo.
I would also be 800 pounds if I lived in one of Mark Tarses’ Berkeley, Calif...

Reputation Management has been a priority focus for many companies this year. And while it’s refreshing to see people finally “getting it”, the inevitable eye-rolling, boredom inducing, “enough already” side effect has started to set in. You know, the one which makes every instructor speaking on the subject sound like Miss Swanson of the Peanuts cartoon (wah, waa-waa, wah-waa-waa, wah)? As...

I am one of those people who will only love my own children. (Fingers crossed I even have an affinity for them.) I certainly think kids are cute, and I wish I were great with those little rugrats, but I just don’t seem to have the patience for them. Truth be told, I’d rather be talking to adults.
This, along with my apathy (to put it kindly) for dogs, makes me a terrible, terrible person—so no...

I woke up at 1 a.m. last week to the strobe light and alarm going off over my bed. After getting dressed and running down the stairs, I found the rest of the hotel guests gathered outside.As I continued to wake up, the fire marshal’s response vehicle arrived. In the distance I could see the flashing lights of two other fire trucks. The fire department looked ready to go as they leapt off of their...